The Paint Fic

"So, what should we do, Tilly?" Troye asked, with his hand on Tyler's leg.

They already worked on the collab they did the evening before, and everyone else was already out for Valentine's Day in pairs, except for Korey who was treating himself by watching "Epic Meal Empire" happen up close, so it was just the mint haired queen, and the Australian twink. Tyler had been mentally drowning himself in Troye's deep ocean blue eyes for about four and a half minutes. Just then, he looked over at a box of kids' paint that was under the deer on the wall, and went up to get it, leaving a bittersweet moment for Troye; bitter because he craved the desire of his Tilly, but sweet because he loved staring at his delectable ass. Tyler grabbed the paint and went back to sit next to his sweetheart on the couch.

"Since we worked on painting each other last year, I was thinking maybe we can do a little more work this year," he explained before grabbing some red paint, dipping his finger in it, and coloring the Aussie's cheeks where the blush was sprouting from feeling the older male's touch.

Troye smiled at Tyler with his teeth, the type of smile he knows Tyler finds cute, and he reached down at the box for some pink paint. It was Troye's turn to dip his fingers in the paint, and, as he did, he put his finger under Tyler's nose, traced it around to stop in between Tyler's eyes, and traced it back around to under Tyler's nose, creating a heart on his face.

"You want to continue expressing our love?" he asked rhetorically as he wrapped his arm around the younger male's waist, pulling him close to give him the opportunity to be on top for once.

Troye pulled onto Tyler's shirt for a closer look at his face, as Tyler was setting his glasses to the side. The two were looking at each other with eyes filled with passion, smiled at each other with smirks revealing mischievous thoughts, bulges in their pants touching their tips longingly, and their breath hot and basically screaming "kiss him, you idiot!" They both closed the gap between their faces, their mouths opening and closing like a screen door on a windy day, and synchronized as if in a swimming routine with their tongues swinging and twirling at the speed of waltzing, since the desire of dominance didn't matter, as much as the embrace of each other's company in the moment.

While still connected, Troye reached down to grab the purple paint, yet as he opened the paint, it spilled on the waistband of Tyler's pants. It didn't really matter to either of them since Tyler wouldn't be needing his pants that much longer anyway. Troye scooped however much paint he could into his hand and reached under his lover's shirt to circle it around his nipple, eventually giving an occasional twist, causing an "Oh my god, Troye!" to be heard in a muffle from his lover underneath him. Troye disconnected eventually, but only to move to the neck, biting and kissing on it so much to hear a cry of "Oh, yes, yes!" coming from Tyler. Troye finished up with Tyler's neck and brought his hand up there to paint over the hickey he'd like to call his own masterpiece.

Tyler gave an adorable giggle, causing Troye to eagerly lift his shirt off, followed by Tyler returning a favor along with pulling Troye's pants down. Before Tyler could take care of the Aussie's boxers, he grabbed the blue paint that matched the eyes, dipped his finger in the paint (slowly to give Troye sexual frustration), and reached into the boxers to trace all over Troye's member, making Troye pull his head back and close his eyes moaning with the joy of his mint-haired dream man using an improvised lube. Tyler found the chance to slowly pull Troye's boxers down, revealing the sight he absolutely loves. The minty haired male dipped his finger in the paint again, only this time, to write something on Troye's chest with the paint: "TO+TS" in a heart.

Troye started to unbutton Tyler's jeans and immediately yanked them halfway down his legs, controlling both the jeans, AND the boxer briefs. The Aussie reached down for some green paint and opened it carefully. He dipped his finger in there and wrote a message on Tyler's chest with the paint: "My love 5ever." Troye looked down at his sweetheart lovingly before yanking the boxer briefs and jeans off completely. He reached down at Tyler's member and started pumping it, making him scream, and giving it a mix of purple, pink, and green. The older male took the opportunity to give the Aussie singer somewhat of a taste of his own medicine, and slapped his as with a splash of blue and red. He squeezed it on, getting an extra yelp of excitement from Troye.

Troye kept pumping Tyler's member, getting moans and screams left and right, making them both glad that everyone else who lives in the apartment building is out for the evening.

"Troye, I-I think I'm almost..." Tyler started before moaning.

Troye found this as a good time to take away his hand, and replace it with his own painted member. As he thrusted in a slowly increasing tempo and they went back to making out, and making canvases of each other, their members were feeling so much pleasure as they were experiencing a mixture of blue, purple, pink, green, and eventually... the sweet, sticky, white substance that they oh so loved.

The two were feeling sweaty, but not enough to drip the paint off of them, and we're breathing heavily. As they looked at each other, all they could do wass smile, yet Troye traced the heart he made on Tyler's face earlier.

"That's my favorite love heart," he said, "because it's on you."

They remained in each other's embrace, and remained in silence, because neither of them needed to speak since they both knew that, out of all the Valentine's Days they've experienced, this was the best Valentine's Day of their lives.